i know its long, but pleeaseee read?

Charlotte Dawson stared out her window soundlessly, watching water lap the shore not twenty feet from her house. The sound should have been soothing to her, as it had always been. The sight, surely, should have been calming. The moon shone metallic colors that danced in reflections on the water. The cool, humid air fluttered her curtains, creating a comfortable breeze in her room. But none of those things were calming to Charlotte, they were irritating. She could not sleep, and she could not be soothed, so she naturally became agitated. Picking up the long skirt of her nightgown, she walked towards the door leading to the beach, and she slipped outside. She pulled the elastic band from her hair and let her chesnut brown ringlets fall down her back while she drifted towards the ocean. At first, sitting down in the sand of a desereted beach seemed like it may calm her frayed nerves. So Charlotte sat down quietly, tracing patterns in the sand. At every sound the wind made however, she would jump and turn around her panickly. Sighing, she pushed herself off of the sand and walked towards the water. She pulled her nightgown above her head and waded into the warm sea water. The patterns the moon made on the water were also made on her skin. Charlotte walked deeper into the water, until it was at her shoulders and covering her like a warm blanket. Then she closed her eyes and slipped under, and waited for the soothing waters to calm her nerves. When they did, she slipped back up to surface and spotted someone on shore, waving their arms frantically at her. She looked towards them questioningly, and then lifted an arm to wave, but froze abruptly when she saw who it was. A young man stood on shore, the moon creating a silver glow on his skin while he kicked off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. She had no idea who this man was, or why he looked so panicked, so afraid.

"Miss Dawson," he yelled, "get out of the waters!" He waved her towards the shore, where he stood, and waited for her to oblige. Charlotte sighed unhappily and drifted further away from the man, deeper into the water. She held her breath and drifted down so that the water covered her head, and she could once again forget about her troubles and worries and her frayed nerves, which were screaming warnings at her. Without warning, something grabbed Charlotte's ankle. It wrapped around her and tugged gently, pulling her down into the waters a bit further. She found herself needing air desperatlely, but being unable to find any. So she kicked panickedly, and tried to pull herself up from the water. Whatever had wrapped around her ankle was not letting go, and Charlotte saw with a flash that it was not animal, it was human. A hand was pulling at her, from somewhere deep in the water. A pale hand that seemed to drift with the water, but she could not see whom the hand belonged too. Her lungs screamed at her to surface for air, but Charlotte could not, and therefore she began to choke. She sucked in water and began to drown in the very seas that had minutes earlier calmed her. The hand tugged her deeper until she was drifting with grace towards it, and the silvery arms that had kept her under water wrapped around her. They were male arms, clear by the muscles that pressed her, but she could not say if they were alive. Certainly human, she knew that much, but they also belonged to someone who lived underwater. Not a merman, she scoffed to herself, she had seen his legs. He was as human as anyone else she had known, and beautiful unlike anyone else she had known. The man that lived under water, that was keeping her somehow alive, but keeping her from surfacing from air. The man was protecting her, and keeping her for himself. The man of beauty pulled her closer to him, and tucked her head under his chin. She was finally soothed, and for whatever reason, she was finally happy. So she wrapped her own arms around the man and closed her eyes happily before she went unconcious.

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